IŽm a weaver, a Carlton weaver
IŽm a rash and a roving blade
IŽve got silver in my pockets
and I follow the roving trade
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy, Oh
As I went down through Glasgow City
Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell
I went in, sat down beside her
seven long years I loved her well
The more I kissed her, the more I loved her
the more I kissed her, the more she smiled
Soon I forgot my motherŽs teaching
Nancy soon had me beguiled
Now, I rose early in the morning
to slake my thirst, it was my need
I tried to rise but I was not able
Nancy had me by the knees
So IŽm going back to the Carlton weaving
IŽll surely make them shuttles fly
For IŽll make more at the Carlton weaving
than ever I did in the roving way
So come all you weavers, you Carlton weavers
come all you weavers, where eŽer you be
Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
sheŽll ruin you like she ruined me
